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21.May.18, 01:50 AM
The walk to D’hys’ weyr was devoid of talking. F’drel followed him silently, carefully marking the path they took, in case he needed to find his way back through the weyr later — D’hys didn’t seem the type to escort anyone anywhere unless it suited him, and chances were escorting him to run his errand wouldn’t suit the bluerider. F’drel had been wrong before, but he didn’t want to chance it and get lost in Fort, so he watched the way to the weyr.
Once there F’drel glanced around the room with mild curiosity, noting the open space and lack of clutter. He moved over to one of the offered chairs and stiffly sat down. The nervous energy of the past few days was still with him, but it was easier to deal with now that there was a more immediate reason to be on edge. Being alone with a near stranger in his weyr definitely counted as a more immediate reason. Having dragon controlled sex did not count as properly getting to know someone.
He was grateful that D’hys didn’t wait for him to start eating first. Being the first one to eat always made him nervous and it would have ended with an awkward stand off where they waited for the other to eat. He didn’t worry that he’d get poisoned or anything — he was hardly important enough for anyone to poison — but he’d just never liked taking the first bite when sharing a meal with someone. Once D’hys had tasted the stew, however, the food was fair game. F’drel took one of the slices of bread, using it to scoop up the stew and eat it. You got the bread and the stew at the same time and didn’t have to clean extra silverware. He ignored the wine, still not particularly fond of alcohol.
After a few bites of stew, F’drel finished chewing and spoke. “It’s good. Much better than anything I could cook myself, in any case.” He’d been a house drudge, not a kitchen one, so he could make a bed or fold clothing like nobody’s business, but he could do little more than chop vegetables when it came to the kitchen. Since coming to the Weyr, he’d still had no need to learn to cook since meals were provided. F’drel had never really thought about cooking for himself, but it may be a good skill to pick up the basics for so he didn’t always have to rely on others for his food. He couldn’t really think of anything else to say, so F’drel resumed eating the stew, taking another piece of bread.
Halomirth sighed. I guess I could try. She said, only half intending to actually change her behavior. The importance of caution still didn’t register to her, but she didn’t want to worry those she cared about. Her attempts to be more careful likely wouldn’t last long before Halomirth decided it was easier and more fun to just between as she pleased.
She scooted closer to Zeianth until their sides were pressed together. Halomirth was a big fan of physical contact and greatly enjoyed the opportunity to share space with another dragon — especially one as nice as Zeianth. She hummed happily, curling her tail around herself and settling down. When F’drel entered the adjoining weyr to the ledge she sent him a little contented purr, and nuzzled closer to Zeianth.
Once there F’drel glanced around the room with mild curiosity, noting the open space and lack of clutter. He moved over to one of the offered chairs and stiffly sat down. The nervous energy of the past few days was still with him, but it was easier to deal with now that there was a more immediate reason to be on edge. Being alone with a near stranger in his weyr definitely counted as a more immediate reason. Having dragon controlled sex did not count as properly getting to know someone.
He was grateful that D’hys didn’t wait for him to start eating first. Being the first one to eat always made him nervous and it would have ended with an awkward stand off where they waited for the other to eat. He didn’t worry that he’d get poisoned or anything — he was hardly important enough for anyone to poison — but he’d just never liked taking the first bite when sharing a meal with someone. Once D’hys had tasted the stew, however, the food was fair game. F’drel took one of the slices of bread, using it to scoop up the stew and eat it. You got the bread and the stew at the same time and didn’t have to clean extra silverware. He ignored the wine, still not particularly fond of alcohol.
After a few bites of stew, F’drel finished chewing and spoke. “It’s good. Much better than anything I could cook myself, in any case.” He’d been a house drudge, not a kitchen one, so he could make a bed or fold clothing like nobody’s business, but he could do little more than chop vegetables when it came to the kitchen. Since coming to the Weyr, he’d still had no need to learn to cook since meals were provided. F’drel had never really thought about cooking for himself, but it may be a good skill to pick up the basics for so he didn’t always have to rely on others for his food. He couldn’t really think of anything else to say, so F’drel resumed eating the stew, taking another piece of bread.
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Halomirth sighed. I guess I could try. She said, only half intending to actually change her behavior. The importance of caution still didn’t register to her, but she didn’t want to worry those she cared about. Her attempts to be more careful likely wouldn’t last long before Halomirth decided it was easier and more fun to just between as she pleased.
She scooted closer to Zeianth until their sides were pressed together. Halomirth was a big fan of physical contact and greatly enjoyed the opportunity to share space with another dragon — especially one as nice as Zeianth. She hummed happily, curling her tail around herself and settling down. When F’drel entered the adjoining weyr to the ledge she sent him a little contented purr, and nuzzled closer to Zeianth.
